On the south end of town, in a town so quaint, lives a small happy ferret that makes no complaint. He lives with his friends who found him one day in a downstairs closet on some shoes by the way. Those shoes were the reason he had been found. For Shoebee, the ferret loved shoes all around. He loved tennis shoes, loafers, slippers, and clogs; flip-flops and rain rubbers to go stomping in bogs. He could find one in no time simply using his nose, some rank old boot smelled just like a rose.